At the wheel…

  …of a Chevrolet on the road to Sintra, Through moonlight and dreams, on the deserted road, I drive alone, drive almost slowly, and it almost Seems to me, or I almost force myself to think it seems, That I’m going down another road, another dream, another world, That I’m going on without having left … More At the wheel…

A haze

I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. I’m wrapped by it As by a fog, and I see The final star shining Above the stub in my ashtray. I smoked my life. How uncertain All I saw or … More A haze

Little things

Now, dear, it isn’t the bold things, Great deeds of valour and might, That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the day. But it is the doing of old things, Small acts that are just and right; And doing them over and over again, no matter what others … More Little things

Out of place

  Homens que são como lugares mal situados Homens que são como casas saqueadas Que são como sítios fora dos mapas Como pedras fora do chão Como crianças órfãs Homens sem fuso horário Homens agitados sem bússola onde repousem Homens que são como fronteiras invadidas Que são como caminhos barricados Homens que querem passar pelos … More Out of place

The will to

I sing the will to love: the will that carves the will to live, the will that saps the will to hurt, the will that kills the will to die; the will that made and keeps you warm, the will that points your eyes ahead, the will that makes you give, not get, a give … More The will to

Unlikely

  Me aged 2.  It didn’t seem plausible but I did grow up. And, surprisingly enough, not into a fearless tomboy. “How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life”  ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations